(a previous post, excised revised and hybridised)

 

 

Turning

I endured

Her desolate, enormous helplessness

With such a fierce compulsion that it seemed

My very heart must claw out from my breast

And leap the space between us…

But, summoning

A strength from some cold fathom of the will,

Turned back again.

…………………….

And her eyes went out

And she sank and fell away among the crowd.

 

Such is the weird delirium of pride

That I knew an instants triumph.

 

Ah, but then!

Love, with a long howl,

Lessening down the night,

Lorn as a lost soul

Falling a great height

Ominously cried,

And my incredulous heart

Hissed `murderer!`

And died.

 

And there`s no shunning the knowledge now,

I know too well,

 

I am shrunken capable of hell.